FIGHT!!!
Every time. Everyday.
I am a fighter. I think the fight was put in me as a little girl, growing up with 2 brothers I had to fight to ensure all of my teeth would stay in my head. Since a young age I have always been able to hold my own in the boxing rink. I can remember times that my brothers and cousins would pin me down and stick their feet in my mouth or spit on me... serious trauma. There are times that I have dangled too close to the toilet bowl for comfort and I would just cry out to Jesus, and my momma to come rescue me.
I have learned the art of a good fight.
Let me tell you the secret...
PLAY DIRTY.
If you can't beat 'em by size, skill or sticking to the rules... Then just stay alive.
I can still tell you all of my brothers and cousins weak spots... And every once in a while, one of them will get out of line and I will remind them that I know about it. Jacob, my cousin who is 9 weeks older than me.... It's his leg hair. I used to pull it, but now just touch that boys leg hair and he will HIT THE FLOOR soooo fast!! Stephen, my older brother is the most ticklish man on the planet. Joseph, my younger brother, is going to be mad that I am throwing him out there like this but, it's my blog... and it's true. He hates to be touched in the first place but keep your hands off his butt. I just gotta pretend like I am going to pinch his butt and he looses it. The boy won't even walk in front of me in public because of the fear of a butt pinch. He jumps about 15 feet in the air and screams like a girl! haha It really is so funny. I have an arsenal of sketchy, under the table tricks to beat these boys in a fight and I WILL NOT hesitate to use them.
I would not have to use them if I could win the fight but now that all men in my family have grown to about 200 lbs each, a girl just has to work the system a little bit. I have learned that fighting is easy for me to do because it's natural for me. even in the things that are spiritual...
I fight.
I want to fight for the broken and the lost. I want to fight for injustice. I fight when my family is sick and in need of healing. I fight when someone is lonely and feel like they are unloved. I love to fight for other peoples freedoms. I know that the Lord has given them freedom and I want them to attain it.
So I fight.
But recently I have learned something new about myself and the phrase "Fight or Flight". This usually refers to a situation that someone is startled and their adrenaline kicks in suddenly and their FIRST reaction is to fight or to flight (run). Pretty simple.
Sometimes in my life, I "FLIGHT".
When the going gets tough I really want to throw my hands up and run. I HATE to be wrong. I mean I think everyone does but I really do. I never argue a point unless I am sure I am right. I never get upset unless I feel like I have a legitament reason to be. I take it a little far sometimes. I won't even play a sport that I don't think I am going to win, or a board game that I am not good at. I hate to be wrong. I hate to fail.
Flight is the easiest option.
I can fight for anyone else against the powers of darkness but I crumble so easily against my own fears and failures. Most of the time I don't take a risk, because "What if I missed God?" what if I put all this time and effort into something and I fail, or I'm not good at it? It scares me to death to fail. So instead I run. But what the Lord is teaching me through the "flight" is that the risk is WORTH IT.
The risk to step out in faith and truly be the woman of God I am called to be. To see amazing things in my life time. To know the healing hand of God. To love unconditionally. To have my heart connect to Gods and hear His voice. The flight always wants to come when I am uncertain and scared.
THE BEST PART... Just learning this... the risk makes the reward. To have something great and beautiful I have to step out on a limb of faith. I have to trust and love and FIGHT!! Even if I start to see those fears creep up. I have never stepped out on faith and found myself disappointed. I have always been twice held by the Lord and He has always helped me in the fight.
I will always fight. Because the fight is always worth it.
So when I look at risk or possible failure. When I stare into the face of the unknown I won't run any more. I'd rather have the fear of failure than not stepping in faith. I would rather know pain than never experience love. I would rather have everything God has called me to with a little rawness then to sit in the comfortable and never know His power.
No one said it would be easy but I am sure it will be worth it.
So whatever you face, when you have the choice to "Fight or Flight" go on ahead and decide that the fight will always bring about the greater reward and fight.
